#焔のように恋を捧げてみましょう⸝ my sweet maiden. 🗡𓆘 ₊⋆ ☾⋆ dyn. swahnn.

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bonds;

焔のように恋を捧げてみましょう⸝ my sweet maiden. 🗡𓆘 ₊⋆ ☾⋆ dyn. swahnn.

目覚めてゆく感情になぜ⸝ we are the new adam & eve. 🗡𓆘 ₊⋆ ☾⋆ dyn. ruaimei.

あなたを救うのは私の罪です⸝ i'll gladly become a sinner. 🗡𓆘 ₊⋆ ☾⋆ dyn. kiaslana.

あなたが歩いているところ⸝ & i'll be there with you. 🗡𓆘 ₊⋆ ☾⋆ dyn. trlblzd.

無邪気に手を伸ばせば⸝ reach for the end. 🗡𓆘 ₊⋆ ☾⋆ dyn. multimall.

夢を見せるように⸝ there are 7 doors to open. 🗡𓆘 ₊⋆ ☾⋆ dyn. stcllaronicboom.

思い付く限り眩しい明日を⸝ dazzling gleams in your eyes. 🗡𓆘 ₊⋆ ☾⋆ dyn. niopham.

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When we first met, I fell apart     &.    you carved the words inside my heart.

           It hurts to breathe when I'm alone, It hurts to be  unknown.

               We've got  our own grave  with our names, it's do or die.

           I can't hear you, but I can feel you, you're by my side.

To feel the time move the hues that  paint  you, you can't hide.

                                  We've got  our own grave  with our names, it's you    &.    I.

@swahnn, @trlblzd. ♡

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' I'm not trying to replace her, if that's what you're concerned about .. nothing will erase those memories the two of you shared. '

         "  I can hardly remember her anymore, Miss Swan.  "        Answer is dry, to the point. However, Emanator is full of  lies  in regards to the white haired girl she once studied alongside with. Amidst the shadows that cloud one's mind, those missing pieces of a puzzle    ...    she will always remain.  Clear as the bright blue sky that lingers above.    &.    lids close a moment, bringing gloved hand to place itself atop another    ...    she gently squeezes. There is  SORROW  seeping into her heart, brows crease as if refraining from letting  any tears  of crimson fall from such trauma filled eyes. Further pressure is applied now.

         "  I apologize if my actions or words have    ...    confused you, or created a situation I didn't intend. I don't  want  you as a replacer  -  I've always wanted you,  for you.  While I appreciate you in keeping my memories close to your own soul    ...    I wouldn't trade what  we share  for them. Ever.  "         Lids came open, looking at the gorgeous Memory Keeper just inches from each others faces. She lets herself take in that sight for a few moments, that which felt like  years.  She'd lean her forehead in, connecting to another    &.    letting arms loosely snake around her beloved.

         "  You're all I want    ...    despite everything. It'll always be  you.  "

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may i have permission to bounce on it, miss acheron.

         ❛ ❛  Ah - Ahem    ...    Of course, my love. You needn't ask, you know.  ❜ ❜

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i’m here for your entertainment. 

         ✱˚｡⋆    ↪    𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. .         /         celesia, @swahnn.

         THE VIPER CIRCLES THE SWAN,    always so  keen  on a particular memory keeper. She speaks of being that who  entertains,  however is she not the one entertained? Their gaze always meet, locked on,  taken away  by a sea of stars - no matter how far    &.    wide each other's presences may be, one full of such thunderous fury found it's way to the calm of a sunset. Brows crease,  focused,  crown tilts downward    &.    Acheron remains in her serious nature    ...    Another step forward, still residing in a puppy love state,  unable to shake the butterflies that consume the beast's belly. Despite being something with a  cold exterior,  somehow, warmth found it's way to the surface. Hand adorned in the head of a head, cool steel came to meet with leather - fingers entwining. Previous fixated sight droops to their shared palms, only for a moment    &.    eyes of violet flick back.

         ❛ ❛  You  always  find me. I'd guess you're  bored  without me?  ❜ ❜         Inquiry toward beloved bird brought about a faint blush to cheeks - releasing her hold    &.    taking a step back, that hand now coming to place itself over her mouth.    FLUSTERED.    Acheron takes another step, facing away in attempts to hide the embarrassment.

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› @swahnn, @ruaimei, @trlblzd, @kiaslana. ♡

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if you love me, say it. please. - @swahnn

                 ✱˚｡⋆    ↪    𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄.         /         celesia, @swahnn.

        Love.  It exists. It's there.  But, only a faint, fleeting feeling of what once was.  Acheron holds great adoration for her Memory Keeper - she  does  have this unbreakable attachment. She'd trade  NOTHING  to replace what the pair share. She's willing to self annihilate  beyond comprehension,  if it means announcing her undying, never ending  DEVOTION  for Black Swan.    &.    so, hands come to take another's in her own; cool steel grazing over shining leather. Their voice, it's soothing as it always is. Sounds that naturally calmed the storm swirling deep inside - it's hard not  to stretch a smile 'cross one's face. Irises, which held roaring thunders, linger upon succulent skin. Bringing themselves to connect with ones such as sunsets, albeit slowly, building tension.  Full of entire endearment.

        “  I do. I hold an amount of  worship  for you. So much so, you'd likely never understand.  ”        Love.  It exist.    &.    it  is  there.  However, she doesn't  SPEAK  it. Rather, acknowledging that the emotion lingers, that it's mutual. Her smile is no longer as wide as it once were, a bit more subtle    &.    neutral now. Those same irises, with such piercing snake-like pupils drift away. The hand held is brought toward maw, lips purse    &.    press into what little expose skin there is.

        Heart thumps, harder with each pulse.  Love is there.  It exists. But, she cannot speak it - for it's something that is merely a  fleeting feeling  of once was.

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This is one of my favorite ship songs for Acheron.

@kiaslana, @swahnn, @trlblzd. ♡

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i’m full of desire. 

      ✱˚｡⋆    ↪    𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓.         /         celesia, @swahnn.

        LUST, ADRENALINE, IMPULSE, YEARNING, CRAVING, ACHING,  the heart pounds as loud as  drums  beneath it's bony cage. So intensely, the fear of  fractured ribs  garner further excitement for the Emanator; a desire so strongly felt, shared with her  beloved Black Swan.  Her Goddess,  begging  to be praised    &.    sang prayers to. Thickened body saddled upon their waist, exposed palms rest along her thighs, squeezing    &.    digging freshly filed    &.    crimson dipped nails into their bare skin - Acheron bites the inner of her lips, failed attempts at relaxing her pulse. Eagerness began to overtake, snaking those hands upward, grazing the belly    &.    breasts that  graciously  present themselves    ...    tips poke    &.    pinch at nipples, playfully hardening each. There's a beast thrashing about beneath her core, clawing it's way out - her partner intended to tease back - unsheathing Naught - often thought upon during their more  intimate  moment. White hair revealing itself, teeth growing, mouth deforming - a fire lights itself within former thunder filled irises    ...    growling in pleasure once those  very words  are whispered within Acheron's ear. Face flushed, ears heating up, as she feels the wet muscle of that beautiful  tongue  lap against a pierced lobe. This shared desire -  IT COULDN'T BE HELD BACK ANY LONGER.

        Acheron's body practically moved on it's own, pushing upward    &.    being the  victor  on top. Lower half pressed against her beloved's - starting slow at first, creating  gentle  friction - as moments pass, hips rotate quicker. Wetness, stickiness become more  prevalent  as time goes on. Quiet moans emit from the Emanator. Core  twitching    &.    convulsing as she leaned over into the entity's chest to muffle such sounds    ...    while seeking the  warmth    &.    solitude  of such a luscious bosom.

        LOVE, PASSION, FIRE, ROARING THUNDERS,  it's a mixture of feelings  pouring  from one's soul - mixing with the lovely Memetic Entity before she. Creating an  entire galaxy  of their own in such a moment of vulnerability    &.    adoration for one another. These cravings, they've began to overtake typical human natures - proving to show the pairs  true natures  beneath the humanesque skins. Reveling in their  MONSTROUS  appearances - Acheron impatiently reaches for each hand - coated in glistening crystals    &.    light reflecting from their body. She's always so  inclined  to bask in a godly beings true self, finding great honor    &.    pleasure in being  chosen.  Maw found itself wrapped around an index - lightning sucking on the contents    &.    kissing the tips. Her own hands, coming to grasp    &.    entwine with others, anxiously. It's one of these  RARE  moments that Acheron lets herself  fully  indulge in electrifying emotion.

         ❛ ❛  I adore you.  You go  beyond  my wildest desires.  ❜ ❜        Softly spoken, briefly bringing herself to look at  her Goddess  in the eyes - their pupils meeting with such  fiercity.  It had the Oni's heart do, what felt like, skip a few beats. Nearly stopping at the very scenery she's so blessed to have in this moment. Her body moves on its own, reaching up to cup Celesia's face; kissing her cheeks    &.    bringing their lips together. Heavy breaths were taken between every kiss planted, craving  more  than what they two've had shared. Acheron wants to  offer herself wholly  to this woman    &.    likewise wishing to take  her  in full. To consume each other, devour until there is  NOTHING LEFT,  merely stains of what once existence.

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        TWO SIDES OF THE SAME MOON, DESTINED TO CREATE SOMETHING FAR  GREATER  THAN ANY ECLIPSE    ...    Despite such amnesia that continues to overcome an enigma, the red string tugs her along. Subconsciously guiding her along a path filled with  both pain,  both affection. Something she has long held for her precious Memory Keeper.    &.    the instant their clothed flesh connects; it all began to pour in again. Their first encounter, their first dance, their first set of  words.  Alongside came something filled with    ...    darkness, a hunger for  BLOOD  that vaguely presented itself - every time pair meet. It's unexplainable, a emotion she's only felt with  certain  individuals;  a certain traiblazer being one of those few. The sea of red becomes almost  suffocating,  with every move the two make, every breath taken    &.    simultaneously shared; their dance, it's  FAR GREATER  than any sexual encounter Acheron's had prior.

        Another question asked, amidst this  intimate  collaboration. Body moves forward, sure to guide the swan backward while hand remains on their lower back, as support. Gaze found itself  drifting  toward bosom, hearing a heart beat beneath such  glistening  skin    ...    Swirls of thunder rise again, making direct eye contact now;  looking through  her. Piercing the very soul that keeps this woman  ALIVE.    &.    even though the snake's facial expression remain generally  neutral  throughout this rendezvous -  she is overtaken with completely joy.  Complete serenity.

         “  Why    ...    such an interesting question, isn't it?  ”        Form pulls forward, this time with more force as eagerness settled in. Their mouths only mere  centimeters  apart. Emanator could feel her own heart  THUMPING,  harder with each second. However, composed she remains, swallowing a dry throat.

         “  I have    ...    missed you.  ”        A simple reply, came in but a whisper. One that may've had her sounding  pathetic.  

It is a skill she takes immense pride in , wiggling way under the skin of Emanator so distant — so detached from own desires she cannot see how desperately she longs to be understood . Easier to bury that tenderness , silence the humming of heart within ears , for it reminds too much of that girl . The one she once was , before the loneliness . The loss .

Black Swan knows well she cannot mend that loss , nor can she replace departed beloved . She would not dare to try ; those memories will linger forever , and are beautiful despite the pain they bring . She can only hope to offer support , care , a comfort before nihility may consume what remains of RAIDEN MEI .

' You flatter me , my dear . I was not aware I am so capable of igniting a spark within you . ' A little white lie , one her smile makes no effort to conceal . Swan's form curls into serpent's grasp with ease , the warmth between two forms prompting excitement to bubble within Memokeeper's chest .

' I'll ask you , mm ? If you understand me so , what is it that has brought me to you today ? Why have our paths crossed once more , granting us another dance ? Surely it is not destiny , is it ... ? '

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         A hitched breath, the moment fingers entwine    &.    the skin beneath leather is  touched  upon    ...    somehow, memory keeper always  managed  to break that cold exterior, bringing to surface  EMOTIONS  buried deep down. Causing Acheron to become  flustered,  unsure of the other's next steps. Perhaps, this is why a dance is so  eager  to be had in most of the pairs encounters - predictability to the silver haired woman. However, it is not without the excitement of a  HUNT  that leads with the viper to stalk a swan, anticipating whatever  trickery  she may gather. The duality of two polar opposites - it brings about an adrenaline    &.    calmness unlike before    ...    urging the river of sorrow to regain composure. Squeezing  her  keeper's own hand, rather tight. The tingling sensation spiking throughout neck's flesh, arising goosebumps    ...    There's a nod    &.    along came a statement with it,  that she is  playing the snake's game,  not her own.

        ❛ ❛  Miss Swan,  you are quite the mystery - one that I manage to understand with each  dance  we engage in. It is one of the  very few  instance that make me feel  TRULY  alive, amongst all the darkness of nothingness.  ❜ ❜        Acheron replies, bringing in his  nihilistic views  on such life around    &.    in her. Despite the feeling of  sorrow,  this nothingness that tries to take hold, her keeper tends to bring out the light once more. Quite often, in fact. An adjustment to one's nature that's yet to be normalized - comfortable.    &.    an arm extends, retrieved from her blade's hilt  ( an often reassurance, only dared to be untouched when in this woman's presence, if only for a breath of a moment )  thus  coils  'round a thicken waist. Finger tips dug into cloth, beneath a figure coated in  RELIGION    &.    way too many belts    ...    squeezing, lightly, at flesh. Something that brought a bit of comfort, much akin to Naught at her side. So forth, Acheron leans the woman backward, following along forward - staying close, close enough their breath remain  shared.

        ❛ ❛  Tell me, why've you found me  this  time, my dear Memory Keeper?  Surely  not  just for fun? You always have a plan, a reason.  ❜ ❜ 

It goes hand in hand , does it not ? Acheron certainly entertains her curiosity , and if offering her company may ensure the depths of that mind may be explored ... well , what's the harm in a mutually beneficial exchange ? Each moment she may witness , positive or negative , is a memory to cherish ; a blessing from life and a gift to Fuli .

Still , she cannot hide entirely behind THEIR will . Swan returns to Acheron for such simple reason , and yet , her dear emanator still seems so surprised every time . Memokeeper's fingers dance between Acheron's own , digits curling 'round claws before dipping underneath the glove hiding pale skin .

' Am I so easy to figure out , Miss Acheron ... ? ' A whisper in ear , a laugh 'fore she retreats from touch . ' Mm . Perhaps that's true ... but it seems you enjoy it , don't you ? '